It was hard to say whether the little girls from Heavenly Dao Palace had beaten them into submission or whether the enemy had some other plan, but in any case, after that disastrous attack, the Corpse Puppets never appeared again. Fang Zheng had originally considered leaving as soon as the Normandy was repaired, but when Shepard came to see him, he learned helplessly... this big sister actually wanted to go charging off again?
"Can't you report this to the Citadel and have them send someone to handle it?"
Fang Zheng had never understood the way protagonists in sci-fi movies would stubbornly charge into trouble without looking back. Chief Petty Officer had no choice; he had been forced to fight alone. If there had been reinforcements, Chief Petty Officer would certainly have called for them. So why did this Sister Shepard insist on charging in with just these few people?
However, Shepard could only sigh helplessly at Fang Zheng's question.
"I'm a Citadel Spectre. Investigating and handling incidents like this is exactly what I'm supposed to do... So... even if I report this to the Citadel, it'll still end up being assigned back to me..."
"You really have it rough."
Fang Zheng looked at Shepard sympathetically. Other people had bad Protagonist Halos, but this woman seemed to be pure bad luck. With her job, even if she did not go looking for trouble, trouble would come looking for her. No wonder Sister Shepard had not shown the slightest embarrassment when asking him for help before—apparently, she was simply used to taking the blame.
"Fine, I'll go with you this time."
Fang Zheng did not feel right about sending his little ones out again. Although Enju had been excitedly bouncing around after returning, waving her arms and vividly recounting the "harrowing scenes"